An’ when he comes uh cross uh wile grapevine
He al’ays gits relarmed an’ ’gins ter growl an’ whine.
Ef Romp had bin ub houn’ blood, stid ub cur,
He’d know’d de difference in de scent ub fur.
So arfter dis I wants uh thorrybred;
When dey speaks up’n uh tree you ain’ misled.
But if I steals de finis’ thorrybred
Da ain’ no use ub praisin’ him ter Fred—
He’s jined de chuch. Dat yaller Thormas cat
He tho’t uh ghose is all de cause ub dat.